“You’re so fucking tight like this,” Kraven rumbled.
“Tell him how much you love my cock in your ass,” Julius cooed, his voice full of desire.
I could feel them much deeper this way, my hips in sync with both of them.
“Ohhhh...” I yelled, squirting all over the place. I could feel them grinning.
“That was mine,” Julius exclaimed.
“Fuck you, it was mine.”
“Don’t stop. Never stop,” I panted, everything becoming too much but not enough.
This was my life now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
ISLA
This startedas a love triangle where I said…
I’d loved two men in all my life.
Two very different men.
There was no confusing them.
Where Julius’s and my relationship blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven’s and mine stemmed from nothing but hatred.
But there was a thin line between love and hate that I inevitably crossed with each of them. It was this tightrope we spent years dancing around…
Just waiting.
Breathing.
Living in these moments in time that would eventually become memories of our love stories with the choices of our pasts growing vines that felt like thorns of a rose you’d rip from a garden. The kind that would wickedly prick your finger and draw your blood to protect itself.
Its beauty.
Its scent.
Its vibrant red color.
Every rose told its own story of survival, each thorn served its own purpose until the petals faded and withered away before falling to the ground. I told myself I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, with different words and different actions that held their own praise.
Cause and effect were always our problem. This slippery slope we skated across was on very thin ice, and it only became more hazardous as time went on.
Especially when they both admitted…
“Nothing hurts more than the woman we love, loving someone else in the same way she loves you too.”
You see, this wasn’t just a love triangle between two men I loved.
No…
This was deeper.
Harder.
